Desiree
Adam moved closer, thinking it was reflexes, but I moved again and got up so he could see me. I wanted to tease him, get him all worked up and then turn him down. Make him beg for it. I looked at his shorts, and There the erection was staring at me.
"Desiree..." he said, groaning, and I maintained a straight face. I wanted to keep him guessing.
"What am I to you, Adam?" I asked him, and he bowed his head. I could feel his frustration and fatigue.
"You are my mate," he replied.
"I feel more like a mistress and a breeder like everyone says," I lied, just to get to him. He looked up at me with concern in his eyes. He also looked hurt and confused. I bet he was wondering where all of it was coming from.
"Who hurt you today?" he asked, ready to deal with whoever it w
